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I intended to write something substantial here, indicating the direction of my interior life. Instead, I postponed a week and dreamt about the post that I am now making. I walked west across the main street bridge and took two photographs near the fountain at the end. This mirrors a walk I took with someone in early May. We sat on these benches in the middle of the night and I held her because she was cold.
When we had enough, we walked up the steps and I watched a girl get up who was lying on the bridge. At first I thought it was some drunk who had passed out (the mind is good at filling in gaps), but as she walked away from us I knew from her manner that she wasn't just some stranger. She had been watching us.
I turned my friend around and we walked in the opposite direction, back down the stairs. I told her who it was that we had seen as we wandered around the Wabash Landing unsure of what we should do.
When we had enough, we walked up the steps and I watched a girl get up who was lying on the bridge. At first I thought it was some drunk who had passed out (the mind is good at filling in gaps), but as she walked away from us I knew from her manner that she wasn't just some stranger. She had been watching us.
I turned my friend around and we walked in the opposite direction, back down the stairs. I told her who it was that we had seen as we wandered around the Wabash Landing unsure of what we should do.